Tag: ACHD

I went to my doctor last week for some gastric issues. The nurse, after taking my weight, measurement, and BP, asked if it was okay that a medical student come into my room. Thinking it wouldn’t be that big of a deal–there wasn’t anything too embarrassing going on with me–I said I was fine with the med student.

Before I go much further into the story, let me set the mood. I had been having stomach pain, nausea, and headaches for 4 days. On top of being sweaty because of my symptoms, I was sweaty because it was close to 100 degrees outside. The protective paper they have on the exam table was stuck to my thighs. I hadn’t bothered with make-up. Now, let’s continue…

*knock knock* In walks the most attractive man I have ever encountered in a medical setting. This man, whose name I forgot as soon as he said it because I was so distracted by how beautiful he was and how repulsive I was, was my medical student.

Here are the questions he asked me. I refuse to put my responses, because I am a lady!

Sexy doctor student man (SM for short): “What are the quality of your stools?” “How gassy have you been this week?” “Do you have all of your sexual bits (he didn’t say “sexual bits”. He used whatever the medical terms are)?”

He then tells me he is going to touch my stomach in which I respond, “Okay. I am disgusting and sweaty!” because I am charming. At this point the paper stuck to my thighs had disintegrated. He poked around my flubby, sad tummy for what felt like an hour then went to consult my actual doctor.

They both came back and concluded my gastric issues were stress related (prednisone makes coping hard and Heidi crazy!). My doctor hugged me (he probably knows how devastatingly handsome his shadower is and was secretly apologizing for having him ask me about my poops) and sent me to the lab to get blood drawn.

Getting blood drawn is always a struggle with me, my veins are hard to find. The lab tech had already, unsuccessfully, tried getting blood from one arm and was working on the other when the medical student walked into the lab.

My medical history is interesting so he had more questions and wanted to listen to my heart.

He walked out of the lab and the tech turned to me and said, “Well, a vein popped up when he walked in. I might have to call him back.” We laughed so hard. I was snorting and choking, she was bent over wheezing.